Of course, I like the scientific method, and so I won’t really know what I would do unless his corpse was on fire, which also seems like a happy moment to me no matter what. Of course, I’d have to have some beers first (to celebrate if not to load up for the pissing).

Since chances are he’s going to die doing what he loves best (golfing) it would be much simpler to roll him off into the nearest water hazard or sand trap. Preferably a water hazard inhabited by alligators or a sand trap frequented by many feral cats.

You remind me of that old golf joke:’
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“these golfers came off the 18th green into the clubhouse and one of the members asked them how them how their game went. Not bad, replied one, but Donny had a heart attack and died on the 3rd hole. Good grief, said the other man, what did you do? Hit the ball, drag Donny, hit the ball drag Donny, the golfer replied. Where’s he now? asked the member. Oh, laying out on the grass just off the 18th tee.”